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Silent solace

‘Silence difficult to create’ was a statement or question I came across a few months back, for the life of me I cannot remember where, but having lived totally alone for seventeen years with neither kith nor kin within 125 miles, I am an expert on silence:

Silence in joy and silence of sorrow
Silence to help through the cares of tomorrow.
Silence in pain and in frustration
Silence in coping with a new limitation.

Silence as I watch each new day dawn
Silence of long evenings when the blinds are drawn.
Silence when tucked up all cosy and warm
Silence before a violent winter storm.

Silence for when someone refuses to listen
Silence when engrossed in a project or mission.
Silence of persistence to learn something new
Silence when struggling with a rusty old screw.

Silence of a day when the phone has not rung
Silence of satisfaction when the beads are strung.
Silence returning home from a day of fun
Silence sipping coffee just made for one.

Silence of aging ears needing turned up sound
Silence when you find yourself lying on the ground.
Silence when the washer stops before the work is done.
Silence as you wait for workmen to come.

Silence of my world with a first fall of snow
Silence as I mix a new batch of dough.
Silence of expectation at each new destination
Silence watching a child in deep concentration.

Silence of special hugs when loved ones arrive,
hoping they don’t say “We are leaving by five”!
Silence, long silence when the foot-falls fade.
Silence of thanks for the love they conveyed.

Tagore

Bust of Nobel Prize winning poet, Rabindranath Tagore in St Stephen's Green Dublin, Ireland.

Bust of Nobel Prize winning poet, Rabindranath Tagore in St Stephen’s Green Dublin, Ireland.

Rabindranath Tagore ~ Bronze
Artist ~ Unknown.

This bust of the Indian nationalist and Nobel Prize winning poet “GURUDEV” Rabindranath Tagore, was unveiled on the 17th October 2011 to mark the 150th anniversary of his birth.

The bust was unveiled at St. Stephen’s Green by Mr. Eamon Gilmore, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Republic of Ireland. & Mrs. Prennet Kaur, Minister of State for External Affairs. India. This is the first Non-Irish statue unveiled in Stephen’s Green Park.

Irish Poet W. B. Yeats was his close friend and who translated Gitanjali into English.

Rabindranath Tagore was a great poet, author and had made an immense contribution to Indian literature and music. He became the first non-European Nobel laureate by earning the 1913 Prize in Literature.

 “Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky.”

Verse 292, Stray Birds, 1916.

Below is an English translation of the final poem written by Tagore just two weeks before he died.

“I’m lost in the middle of my birthday.
I want my friends,
their touch,
with the earth’s last love.
I will take life’s final offering,
I will take the human’s last blessing.
Today my sack is empty.
I have given completely
whatever I had to give.
In return if I receive anything –
some love, some forgiveness –
then I will take it with me
when I step on the boat that crosses
to the festival of the wordless end.”